Chapter 13 Genius and Genius
“Bang!”
The wooden sword flew out spinning in the air and stuck diagonally into the ground.
The girl, covered in dirt and grass clippings, collapsed on the ground, holding her wrists and gritting her teeth to hold back from screaming in pain.
“Stand up.”
The old man with gray hair and beard stood upright, no different from the mottled and thick stone tablet. He pointed the wooden sword in his hand at the girl: "Nalan Yanran! No one will give you time to rest on the battlefield... Stand up! Pick up the sword!"
"Yes, Grandpa." Nalan Yanran pulled out the wooden sword, her hands were trembling due to dull pain, and she could not hold the hilt of the sword at all.
After thinking for a few seconds, she untied the bandage on her hand and tied the sword hilt and hand together.
"Come on."
The old man's eyes showed a bit of relief: "Attack here. Or I can attack here."
"Father!" Nalan Su's expression changed slightly, "It's time to rest."
He understood the characters of the two of them very well. He would just grit his teeth and fight hard until he collapsed on the ground. Can't get up.
"Hmph! I am educating my granddaughter, is it your turn to interrupt?!"
"But such intensity of practice is too heavy for her..."
Nalan Su was a little timid, but for the sake of his daughter, he still went on: "If you keep practicing like this, something will really happen! Yanran is still young now."
"Are you kidding me?"
Nalan Jie's beard was in full swing, every word sounded like a roar, physically shocking: "I experienced so much more than she did back then! Why, Isn’t it okay for the Nalan family to have a granddaughter?”
“But——”
“Dad, stop talking.”
Nalan Yanran interrupted with a loud voice, holding the wooden sword and taking a stance. Under the gaze, he charged again: "Grandpa, I'm coming!"
Nalan Jie's eyes suddenly brightened, and he waved the wooden sword in his hand like a heavy sword: "Haha... good time!"
Sunset and dusk.
"Yanran!"
Nalansu rushed out and hugged his collapsed daughter. Looking at the bruises all over his body, he didn't know where to put his hands.
The old man had a cold face, his eyes showed subtle fluctuations, and his fingers on the hilt of the sword kept twisting.
"Sha..."
Hearing the sound of Xisuo coming from behind, Nalan Jie breathed a sigh of relief: "Sect Master Yun, what do you think of Yanran?"
Sect Master Yun?
Hearing the sound, Nalan Su looked up and saw the woman wearing a robe. Although she had never seen her true appearance, the dress betrayed her.
“Nalansu has met Sect Master Yun!”
He hurriedly bowed and wanted to salute, but he was holding the unconscious Nalan Yanran in his arms. Nalan Su froze on the spot for a moment, not knowing what to do.
"No courtesy."
Yun Yun waved her hand casually, stepped closer, and took off the hood that covered half of her face. All his attention was focused on the girl in Nalan Su's arms.
Stretch out your fingers to lift the strands of hair and see his face clearly.
"Nalan... Yanran?"
Yun Yun nodded lightly as if she just knew her name: "Old Marshal, the Yunlan Sect will send someone to pick her up in three days."
"Leaving in three days?"
Nalan Jie smiled: "Then... Nalan Yanran will be fine. It’s time to get ready. As a grandfather, I have to—”
“It doesn’t matter.” Yun Yun raised her hand to interrupt, “Yunlan Sect will prepare everything.”
“ ...Thank you, Master Yun, for your support.”
Nalan Jie faded his smile and sighed in his heart, but still bowed respectfully.
The sunset is about to come to the Jiama royal family. Warcraft is plagued by old wounds, and Jia Xingtian is old. Even if there are no major changes, his strength is exhausted.
But the Yunlan Sect was at a time when it was prosperous. The sect leader Yun Yun was already at the peak of the fighting king, and was about to break through the barrier. His fighting spirit was much stronger than his.
This Jia Ma Empire will change sooner or later.
"Dad? This..." Watching Yun Yun go away, Nalan Su moved his lips and found that he didn't know where to start the question.
"You!" Nalan Jie looked at his son and felt like he couldn't help but feel angry, "You need to think more, think more! You pig brain!"
Throw it away! After a few angry scoldings, old man Nalan flung his sleeves and robe toward the room. Walking, halfway, he stopped and said: "Cherish these few days! In three days, she will no longer be your daughter."
"...Huh?"
< br>Nalan Jie:……
Did I really give birth to a pig? Do you think those words of Yun Yun were only addressed to me?
......
"Old Marshal Nalan, long time no see."
Yun Leng clasped his fists, leading two fighting kings and a group of fighting masters behind him. Keep company.
As soon as this team came out of the Yunlan Sect, it attracted the attention of all parties in the Gama Imperial Capital, causing people to panic. The Nalan family went out early to prepare for the reception, and even Nalan Jie was worried about it. A tight.
When the lineup arrives, not only to pick up people, but also to destroy the Nalan family is no big deal.
"Elder Yun Leng..." Nalan Jie returned the greeting carefully, glancing at the large army with obvious meaning, "May I ask the Yunlan Sect what this is?"
"Come to pick me up, Take Yanran back to the clan."
Yun Ling kept his expression.
The old man raised his hand to stop Nalan Su who wanted to speak, and looked at Yun Leng in silence for a long time.
What should he ask?
When can Nalan Yanran go home? What kind of treatment do you enjoy in Yunlan Sect? Or, ask her if she can have contact with the Nalan family?
"Nalan Yanran, she..."
"Yanran." Yun Leng's smile did not diminish.
Nalan Jie fell silent again.
Even on the battlefield, even when facing the royal family, the old man has never been so powerless.
The Yunlan Sect only sent out a few troops to roast the Nalan family on the fire. They could even sprinkle the food with their favorite seasonings and cook it to a certain degree of cooking according to their temper.
"If Yanran wants to return to the sect, I can see her off. Why does your sect have to make such a big battle."
"Hey~ this is wrong."
Yun Ling raised his hand to signal, and Dou Wang behind him took out a sword box and held it in his arms.
"This?!" Nalan Jie froze on the spot.
Yun Leng patted his shoulder and laughed softly: "We are here to take 'Yun Yanran' back to the clan."
......
"Not yet Are you awake? If you continue to mess around like this, I will pick up a book of exercises to challenge the Dou Master."
Xiao Yan placed the word "big" on the roof, smelling like salted fish.
A fighter needs skills to practice. Now, whatever skills he gets from nowhere, he just absorbs them by himself and stuffs them into his Dantian.
Even so, it is still much faster than before. The magic stone tablet cannot be used, and now he has no way of knowing his own realm.
But... probably, maybe, should be a high star fighter, right?
"Miss."
"How is it? Have you confirmed it?"
"As the young lady thought, the young master has hidden his strength."
Ling Ying frowned: "But how can I put it... His aura is very strange. He is indeed in the fighter stage, but he has not practiced. The signs of the technique are a mess, and there are at least three results."
"At least three?"
Xun'er stopped: "Could it be a secret method to hide strength?"
"No, no...it's more like the Dou Qi is separated, with several different groups of plugs. It's not right to be together." The more Ling Ying said, the more confused she became, "I'm sorry for my incompetence, but I can't guess what's going on."
Nalan’s age is quite strange, and the original work has been changed many times.
Now based on the same age as Xiao Yan, he entered the Yunlan Sect at the age of ten.
(End of this chapter)